All Is Comparative In This World,
Even African Skies.
At Caledon, the most distant mountains, as far
as your eye can reach, look as clear in every detail as the map on
your table - an appearance utterly new to European eyes.
I gave Sabaal 1l. for his eight days' service as driver, as a
Drinkgelt, and the worthy fellow was in ecstasies of gratitude.
Next morning early, he appeared with a present of bananas, and his
little girl dressed from head to foot in brand-new clothes, bought
out of my money, with her wool screwed up extremely tight in little
knots on her black little head (evidently her mother is the
blackest of Caffres or Mozambiques). The child looked like a
Caffre, and her father considers her quite a pearl. I had her in,
and admired the little thing loud enough for him to hear outside,
as I lay in bed. You see, I too was to have my share in the
pleasure of the new clothes. This readiness to believe that one
will sympathize with them, is very pleasing in the Malays.
I went to see my old Malay friends and to buy a water-melon. They
were in all the misery of Ramadan. Betsy and pretty Nassirah very
thin and miserable, and the pious old Abdool sitting on a little
barrel waiting for 'gun-fire' - i.e. sunset, to fall to on the
supper which old Betsy was setting out. He was silent, and the
corners of his mouth were drawn down just like -'s at an evening
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